Never Been Kissed Page #7
Josie steps out of the car wearing the maribou jacket,
earrings, and white jeans. She shuts the door behing her,
starts walking. She has unknowingly shut her jacket in the
door and as she walks, a piece of maribou rips, trailing
behind her like a tail.
JOSIE:
Yeah, okay. Feeling good...
Josie merges with the throngs of kids and is literally
pushed into the lobby. She stares around, overwhelmed. "Go
Rams!" banners share space with signs that read: "63 DAYS
TIL PROM!" She inches her way along the wall until she is
stopped by a guard who grabs her arm.
GUARD:
Hey--where are you going?
JOSIE:
Oh, I'm a student. Most definitely
a student. In high school. Here. I
am going to class. With my fellow
students.
(greeting random
kids)
Hi. Hi there.
The guard stares at her a beat and then motions behind
them, to three huge metal detectors that the kids are
filtering through. Josie smiles, "whoops," walks back.
GUARD:
(under his breath)
Freak.
INT. SCHOOL LOBBY - MINUTES LATER
Josie's stuff lays out on the post-detector table - cell
phone, laptop, mini tape recorder, electronic organizer,
pager, being scrutinized by the guard. Josie's sure she's
been found out. CAMERA WIDENS. Down from Josie, WE SEE
other kids' belongings spread out. They have the identical
high-tech equipment. The guard picks up Josie's nail file,
examines it -
GUARD:
Weapon.
And throws it in the trash.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - MORNING
Josie stares at her class card and eyes the classrooms,
totally lost. She approaches a boy in a flannel shirt and
loose jeans.
JOSIE:
Hi--um, I'm looking for Room 204,
Ms. Knox?
As soon as the boy starts to talk, we notice something in
his mouth - a tongue pierce. Josie does too. We ZOOM IN on
that shiny little metal ball. Josie is fixated. So fixated
that we stop hearing the boy's voice. All WE SEE is the
mouth - and that ball - moving. The mouth closes. He's
done. Josie's face is contorted in imagined pain.
JOSIE:
Ow.
(catching herself)
I mean, wow. Wow. Great directions.
Clear. Concise.
And Josie takes off, totally embarrassed.
BOY:
(under his breath)
Freak.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - MORNING
Josie walks up to Room 204. Opening the door, she's met by
a sea of faces.
MS. KNOX, mid-forties, distracted but bubbly, sits in the
front of the class.
MS. KNOX
Hi - hello. Wilkommen. Entre.
Josie walks in. Kids whisper and snicker.
JOSIE:
Sorry I'm late.
MS. KNOX
Yes, well, I'm sorry I forgot to
take my hot flash medication this
morning. Josie, right? Please sit.
Mi casa es su casa.
Josie makes her way to the desk, trailing maribou. The
class titters. She sits in front of two girls, KIRSTEN and
KRISTEN, beautiful and intimidating.
KIRSTEN:
That is so sad --
KRISTEN:
I know, like five chickens had to
die just so she could look that
stupid.
MS. KNOX
Josie, in my classroom, tardiness
is unacceptable --
JOSIE:
Ms. Knox pulls a ridiculously huge sombrero out from under
her desk. The class laughs in recognition.
MS. KNOX
Not as sorry as I am.
Ms. Knox puts the sombrero on a less-than-thrilled Josie.
MS. KNOX
Ole! Ten minutes in this hat, you'll
never be late again. So, let's
hear something about you. Stand
up. Stand up.
Josie does. The sombrero drops over her eyes. She adjusts
it so she can read her notecards.
CLOSE UP on the notecard --it's filled with precise script
under a heading:
MY PAST.She scans it, then flips the cards face-down on the desk.
Confidently she begins --
JOSIE:
My name is Josie. I'm a high school
student. I came from --
Just then the classroom door opens. WE SEE from Josie's
perspective a blinding light, Josie squints. From the light
emerges a shadowy vision of Billy Prince.
JOSIE:
Billy?
Josie blinks, REVEAL not Billy, but a beautiful guy, Guy.
JOSIE:
(catching herself)
BALI.
(another beat)
I'm from Billy-Bali. It's a suburb
of Bali proper.
Guy pushes past her, tosses a wooden hall pass to Ms. Knox,
and moves to his seat.
MS. KNOX
Bali. Fascinating! What did your
family do there?
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